http://www.loose-id.com/Slave-Masters-Choice.aspx

The book is my first attempt in the fantasy subgenre of m/m romance and it has a beautiful Anne Cain cover.

Read the blurb and an excerpt after the jump.

You don’t even have to own a Kindle to participate. How cool is that?

Just go to the following link, choose the book you want the autograph for and that’s it. Easy peasy, right?

http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/kimberauthor,

Both “ficklets” feature the boys from my m/m/m contemporary novel Bound To Please so check them out.

Here are the links,

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2011/05/15/fun-in-the-sun-vacation-plans/

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2011/05/22/more-fun-in-the-sun-by-the-pool/

By Kimberly Gardner

From Loose-ID

Blurb

Dumped. Right before spring break. What rotten timing! Since the trip to Key West is already paid for, Oliver decides that he’ll go anyway. Who knows?

maybe he’ll meet a hot guy to make him forget his woes. Little does he suspect he’ll be drawn in both by the gorgeous locale and a sultry drag queen.

Drew knows he has what it takes to be a star. If he has to wear a skirt and stilettos to make it happen, so be it. He looks good as a woman. But then he

meets Oliver and has his doubts. He can’t tell this terrific new guy what he does in the evenings. Not when they’re having such a great time and not when

Oliver will be gone in a week. Given the circumstances, what’s the harm in a little white lie?

But plans change when secrets are revealed, and both men’s deepest desires become their greatest thrills.

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Copyright 2011 by Kimberly Gardner, all rights reserved.

Excerpt

“I’ll have another one of those,” Oliver said. He angled his head toward the empty margarita glass on the table in front of him.

“Rocks and salt?” The waitress had to yell to be heard over the music.

Oliver nodded, and she scooped up his empty before hurrying away.

He let his gaze wander the crowded club. All the nearby tables were full. Couples, many of them male, leaned in toward each other, laughing and talking, as they yelled directly into each other’s ears to be heard over the music blaring from giant speakers on either side of the stage.

As Oliver watched, a blond kid who didn’t look old enough to order a beer legally leaned in and laid a smacking kiss on the lips of his silver-haired companion. It was no little peck either, but an extended lip-lock that brought heat to Oliver’s cheeks and a rush of envy so strong he had to turn away.

That should be Jonathan and him, sitting together all cozied up at one of the round tables, exchanging stolen kisses and covert gropes. If Jonathan hadn’t turned out to be such a lying, cheating bastard.

The waitress appeared with his fresh margarita. She slid the glass in front of him and leaned in. “You want to run a tab?”

Did he? Was he going to be here long enough for that?

What the hell?

“Sure,” Oliver shouted over the techno-dancified version of “Venus” currently blasting through the club. But as the waitress turned, he waved to get her attention. She lifted one dark brow. “What time is the show?”

She pointed to her watch. “Soon.”

Oliver’s attention was drawn back to the couple at the next table. The angle was just right for him to see the older guy’s hand slip into Blondie’s lap. And the smile curving the younger man’s lips told him precisely what that hand must be doing.

The older guy looked sort of like Jonathan, or the way Jonathan might look in twenty years. But in Oliver’s opinion, the twink didn’t resemble himself at all. Actually, he looked kind of like Jonathan’s twink, the kid Jon had supposedly been tutoring.

Yeah, tutoring, sure. And what was worse, he had believed that lame-ass lie.

Oliver picked up his glass and glugged down a huge swallow. He was not going to think about that asshole anymore. He was in beautiful Key West, the Mecca of gay spring breakers everywhere, and damn it, he was going to enjoy himself. And if he was lucky and his interviews went well, he would be leaving at the end of the week with the promise of a job after graduation.

“Here’s to me,” Oliver said and raised his glass in a solitary toast just as the lights came up on the stage and the music changed.

The woman…man…drag queen who slinked onto the stage was tall and slender with a mass of wildly curling hair spilling down her back. Her dress was made of some red shimmery stuff and clung to her lithe body. She sashayed to the microphone, picked it up, and purred in a sexy contralto, “How y’all doing tonight?”

The audience went crazy. Whistles, catcalls, and applause grew in volume until they nearly drowned out the music.

What the heck was he doing here, in a drag bar watching this gender-bending beauty — because she was a beauty — flirt and flash long bare leg and seduce the crowd of primarily gay men? He wasn’t into drag queens or cross-dressers. He should go to the strip club across the street and watch the boys dance while he got trashed.

Except Dante, the guy who worked at the guesthouse where he was staying, had said Mango Mango was the hottest club in town, the place to go for good drinks, a good show, and maybe even a hook-up.

And there was something about that sequin-clad figure up on stage that drew his eye, something that made it hard to look away.

The drag queen, Faith Cummings — Oliver let out a snort of laughter at that — had begun to dance to an ancient Cher song that sounded like Cher and not like Cher, since it wasn’t actually Cher doing the singing, only a Cher sound-alike. But Faith wasn’t singing either, only lip-synching the words as she slithered and pranced around the stage. Hell, she probably couldn’t sing at all. She probably had a voice like a bullfrog despite the beautiful face and killer body.

Still, Oliver didn’t get up and leave. Still his attention remained riveted on the sexy queen as she swirled her skirt and flashed leg through the thigh-high slits.

He remained that way, essentially mesmerized, through her entire routine. As she moved from one song to the next, Oliver found himself leaning forward, his drink forgotten on the table as he hung on her every gesture.

She was so glamorous, so sexy, so…fascinating.

“Now don’t y’all forget to tip your waiters and waitresses,” Faith sang out. She strutted to the stage steps that would bring her down into the audience right beside Oliver’s table. “And your gratuities are always appreciated by the entertainers. That would be me.”

As she floated down the steps on her high skinny heels, Oliver grabbed a dollar from the scattering of change left on the table from his first drink. He picked up the pen lying next to the e-mail sign-up card, and without stopping to think too hard about what he was doing or what it might mean, he scribbled his number on the back of the dollar and held it up where she would be sure to see.

She did and danced over to him. But rather than lean in so he could slide the bill into her fake cleavage as she’d done with other patrons, Faith swung one long, gorgeous leg across Oliver’s lap and straddled him.

The people at the tables around them hooted and whistled and cheered as the drag queen rocked forward, bringing the two of them crotch to crotch.

Oliver inhaled. Under her perfume, her scent was a little hot, a little sweaty, and more than a little male.

Mmm.

Oliver’s face flushed hot, his heart began to pound, and his dick twitched and began to fill.

Faith leaned forward, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her scarlet mouth to his. As she parted his lips with her tongue, she rocked against him, letting him feel the hard length of what was most definitely a nice-sized cock. She ground their hips together, creating the most delicious friction of cock against cock.

Oliver groaned into her — no, his — mouth and tried to pull that amazing body closer and keep the contact going.

But the fantasy in his arms drew back and smiled at him with red-smeared lips before sliding off his lap and fading into the crowd, leaving him there with an aching hard-on and a dollar with his own phone number clutched in his hand.

This is my first week *officially* reporting in on my weekly goals, and it went pretty well, all things considered.

My goals were to finish two lessons for the novella writing workshop, write 3k on Jake and Dennis’s story and revise three chapters of DWD.

The revision didn’t happen. At all. Nada. I didn’t even look at that file this week. So that one goes back on the goals list for the coming week.

I didn write 3k on Jake and Dennis’s story and I was pretty happy with most of what I produced until I realized that I had the whole beginning of the story wrong. *sigh*

So it was back to the plot cards after reading my favorite plotting article from Holly Lisle. And I think I have a workable story even if I’m still not entirely sure about the beginning. Of course this is nothing new. Getting the beginning is always the hardest part for me. Why should this story be any different?

The good news is, I think I can still use most of what I’ve written.

And finally, I got two lessons done for the workshop. I also found out that there are ten people registered for the class. Six of them are RRW members but four are not. I’m going to do a little more promo this week so hopefully we’ll get a few more students.

So my goals for this week:

1 Revise three chapters of DWD.

2 Complete three lessns for the nvella workshop.

3 Come up with a solid beginning for Jake and Dennis and write 2k on that story.

Let’s see how I do. Have a great week.

A friend on the Rainbow Romance loop posted a link to this video. I’d seen it before, but was glad to watch it again because it’s one of the most inspiring messages I’ve heard on the writing life and being a writer. Enjoy!

http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html

There’s a female impersonator plot bunny nipping at my heels.

On New Years Eve I saw this female impersonator named Randy Roberts and he is so amazing! Here’s a link to a little piece of video so you can see what I mean. I am now a total fangirl. *g*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSisCkkPSL4

I’m thrilled to announce that the Rainbow Romance Writers is the newest special interest chapter of Romance Writers of America. WooHoo!

And I am chapter secretary which explains why I’ve been so busy. It’s a heck of a lot of work getting a new chapter off the ground, even with the help and support of a group of fabulous writers like J.L. Langley, Jade Buchanan, Sarabell, Laura Baumbach, Jet Mykles and a ton of others too numerous to list.

We’ve all been working our fingers, and brains, to the bone to make this happen, and this week (on April 29th to be exact) we got the good word. We’re official!

In fact, here’s the announcement right from the mother ship itself.

“RWA Announces New Chapter
Romance Writers of America announces the formation of a new special-interest chapter, Rainbow Romance Writers, whose purpose is to advance the professional
interests of career-focused GLBT romance writers through networking and advocacy, dissemination of information, professional education, publications, and
other appropriate activities, and to provide continuing support for writers within the romance publishing industry. For more information on RWA’s newest
chapter, contact Sharon Bolger at
sabolger@hotmail.com
. Or visit their Web site at
http://www.rainbowromancewriters.com/

The basket that we have donated includes:

-an original Michael Bonfiglio lapel pin (http://www.wilddot.com/)

-a USB fob with a handmade chainmaille keyring made by Maura Anderson that is filled to overflowing with electronic books, including “Giving Thanks” by Maura Anderson, “Details of the Hunt” by Laura Baumbach, “Naked Richmond” by Ally Blue, “Black Wolf” and “Horsfall: Tail of Two Brothers” by Jade Buchanan, “Hard Fall” by James Buchanan, “The Shape of a Heart” by Kimberly Gardner, “The Tin Star” by JL Langley and more!

-an autographed copy of “A Bit of Rough” by Laura Baumbach

-an autographed copy of “Untamed Heart” by Ally Blue

-an autographed copy of “Fireflies” by Ally Blue

-an autographed copy of “Temperature’s Rising” by Jade Buchanan

-an autographed copy of “Lord Carabas” by James Buchanan

-an autographed copy of “Phoenix Rising” by Kimberly Gardner

-an autographed copy of “With Caution” by JL Langley

-an autographed copy of “My Fair Captain” by JL Langley

-an autographed copy of “Heaven Sent 1″ by Jet Mykles

-an autographed copy of “The Name of the Game” by Willa Okati

Also included are:

-a laptop bag

-a rainbow cloth bookmark

-a “Lovers, Dreamers and Me” mousepad from Willa Okati

-a “Phoenix Rising” mug and t-shirt

-a size Large “Heaven” t-shirt

-an MLR Press mousepad

-a “Heaven Sent” keychain and bookmarks

-a book light

-other goodies like pens, chapstick, bookmarks and a few naughty items!

Remember, bidding will begin on May 1st and will run until May 31st! If you’re interested in bidding on this basket, you can access it directly here:

http://brendanovak.auctionanything.com/Bidding.taf?_function=detail&Auction_uid1=1379086

Here on my blog and over at FWF, I’m running a contest. The purpose is to find the perfect name for my fictional bookstore and to give away a cool prize.

 Here’s how it works.

In my current WIP I have a bookstore that sells both new and used books. It’s a small, independent place, a little disorganized and much loved by the community. It has a coffee-bar attached that will figure prominently in the story. It’s contents is something of a jumble and, on any given day, you might just find a real treasure among the hodge-podge of books.

But so far the place has been known is The Bookstore and I think it’s time it had a name.

Now here’s the contest part. Send me your suggestions for the perfect name. You can either email me at Kimberly@ kimberlygardner.com (minus the spaces). Or leave your suggestion in the comments area of this post. Then on April 20th, I’ll announce the winning entry and the first name of the winner.

If I choose your suggested name you’ll win my undying gratitude and a ten dollar gift certificate to the online bookseller of your choice.

C’mon, help a writer out and win.